Kiah and Miles were laughing about something we’ve already forgotten.
“Kiah, please kill Siri, I don’t need her directions anymore”
[glance]
SKIDBOOM
damn…
(in the diamond lane <91 east>, weds before Thanksgiving, 730ish)
EXT. FREEWAY FAST LANE – NIGHT
Dave walks towards the slightly damaged car in front of him
Me: “Are you guys okay?”
Mark: “I think so, just shaken up”
Mark: “Can I take a picture of your insurance card?”
Me: “Here”
Mark: “Can I take a picture or your license?”
Me: “Here”
Mark: “Should we call the police?”
Me: “No airbag deployment, they probably won’t come out.”
Mark: “Will you say it’s your fault?”
Me: “umm…I rear ended you..it’s pretty clear it’s my fault.”
(he’s freaking a little, but… we were stopped in the diamond lane at rush hour the day before Thanksgiving)